makin’ my way in the cold rain of maine
nothing but trees and clouds, trees and clouds, how beautiful!
pine tree tops scratching the sky
the path just goes on and on, even after death
but without faith in something, what do you have?
no destination, in no hurry, just a hatful of snow
now that it’s turned colder
wonder how far I am from the coast
—doesn’t matter—oceans are pretty but they don’t give a damn about you
I took a side road and now I”m not sure where I am
geese flying south/how do they know?/what do they know?
take me with you
drop me on some south carolina back road
walking among the palmettos and the carolina wrens
the state bird is the wild turkey
and I could use some wild turkey right about now
to warm me up and keep me going
the night has come on quickly wielding a dagger
nights found with no identification papers should be arrested and shot
normally I don’t care but my bones are feeling it
I know a good place in rockland
but I’m not sure where I am
usually, I throw on another hoodie and I’m good
but I wanna go thaw out somewhere
I could try hitchhiking but there haven’t been that many cars pass
maybe I could get a ride with a trucker, they’ll usually pick you up
I’m getting close to Augusta the sign says
55 minutes (by car) to rockland
I’m too cold and wet, gotta stay here for the night
get a new case of pneumonia
